To every ego there comes a hit

and it’s a choice as to whether to spread some shit.

Life’s kind of simple: all it does is go on.

Bullshit is not ours to pawn.

To survive the prisons and the inevitable hells

our brain gives us stories to tell ourselves.

You sold our memories and accompanying regrets

for a ten-dollar pack of cigarettes.

But I got judged and thrown behind bars

Very well. I’ll serve, but you won’t be far

so I suggest you do an edit of you and me

aw come on, do an edit, and set us both free.

I’m warning you, this life is long

and only fools are never wrong.

Any chance of owning UP?

It’s called “higher road“ for a reason.

I‘m tired of walking it alone through a drowning season.

You‘re free to go as you always were.

Dare to rescue another from the house of mirrors.

Last night,

I drove by the building you camp behind at night,

by the airport, a good 20 miles from where I live,

too ashamed to stop and say hi and check on you

after changing our password, our fake last name we put on our room key

and only you and I know that I did that.

I texted you my master password out of guilt

and I’m totally okay with you changing it and not telling me

even if I never see you again

because I want to see you again

and that’s why I’m sitting here in the afternoons

alone in our room

waiting, even if I have to replay the memory of those two days in here with you forever.

Should you ever stop being furious with me

and decide to text hi at 1AM from the parking lot you sleep in,

I’ll have been waiting in the vicinity of the airport

and I’ll meet you within two minutes to kiss you.

One night while driving through Colorado with someone furry in the seat next to me whom I’d just met, a pair of concerned ancient blue husky eyes asked me, “will you love me and take care of me and be my best friend if I do all that for you?” and I petted his head to tell him that I would.